Chapter 4
“What are you doing?” I yelp, gathering the blankets to cover my body. My vibrator is still between my legs, inserted in my wet hole.
“Get out!” I scream, frantic that he saw me like this. I mean if I was smart, I would have waited until he wasn’t at my door, but I never said I was smart, just desperate to get rid of this boiling blood in my veins.
I locked the door. I thought that would be enough to keep him away.
“I’m not fucking going anywhere, Amelia.” His voice is a rumble, shaking my fragile control I have on my body. “Look at you,” he admires, stepping over the wreckage of the door.
I cover my breasts as he steps forward. “You didn’t seem to think too much of me down there.” I turned away from him, remembering how he asked me if I was a virgin, as if it was a complete turn off to him.
“You misunderstood me.” Now, he is next to me, standing at the edge of the bed and grabs the sheet I have covering half my body, yanking it away, exposing me. “I only asked because I want to be the only man to ever touch you.”
I gasp, heat igniting my cheeks. His fingers slide down my shoulder, curving around until he grabs my hands that are covering my breasts. “Ever since you turned eighteen, I’ve wanted you to be mine. Do you want to be mine, Amelia?”
“Yes,” I say. “I’ve always wanted you. It’s always been you for me, Camden. I’ve waited. I’ve hoped.”
His hands press against my shoulders and spin me around, flattens his palm against my chest and pushes me back until I’m flush with the mattress. He straddles me, licking his lips as his eyes devour every inch of my body.
“You saved yourself for me?” the tips of his fingers skid along the tops of my breasts, humming in appreciation when he sees my nipples bead for him.
“I never wanted anyone else.”
“The man that you’ve wanted, was me?”
“Yes,” I admit, a flush heating my pale cheeks.
He leans down, pushing the flyaway hairs out of my face and tucks them behind my ears. “I’m not a man that waited, Amelia. I’m much older than you. I have a child your age.”
“I know that,” I nod, gripping at his strong arms. “That doesn’t bother me.”
“But I’ve known since the day you turned eighteen, I wanted you to be mine.” His hand migrates down my body, brushing his fingers through my red bush. “You are beautiful. I’m insane for wanting you. I’m too old for you.”
“No,” I lock one leg over his waist and pull him closer. “You are just what I want.”
A smug smile plays on his beautiful plump lips, the same lips I wish would kiss me already, but he hovers over them again, grabbing ahold of the vibrator still locked between my legs and turns it back on.
“Camden!”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. You were pleasing yourself to me earlier. Have you done that before?”
It’s too hard to concentrate. Everything I’ve ever wanted is happening. My mouth drops open, but I can’t form words.
“Tell me or I won’t kiss you, and Amelia, I really want to.”
“Yes!” I scream. “Yes! All the time.” My toes curl when he pulls out the vibrator and shoves it back in. “Camden.” I whimper, “Please.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Then, suddenly, all my dreams came true. His lips land on mine, taking them in a frenzied, desperate kiss. I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but the way he is moaning tells me I must not be doing that bad. He continues to hold onto the vibrator, fucking me slowly with the one thing I wish was him. His tongue dips inside my mouth, twirling along side mine.
Camden’s hand grips my neck, holding me still as he controls the kiss.
I never want this to end.
He tries to pull away and without thinking, I bite down on his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth to let him know I don’t want him to leave. He growls, but it’s different than the other times. It’s deeper. I feel it all over my body. I let it go with a plop and when our eyes meet, a wicked promise flashes in his eyes.
“Tell me you want me,” he says, fucking me faster with the vibrator.
My hands slap against the bed, gripping the sheets with all my might. “I want you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted Camden.
Everything.” My body flushes when the warning of my orgasm approaches. “Camden, I’m… I’m going to… You have to-” my eyes roll to the back of my head when the strongest sensation washes over me. I’m floating. It’s an out of body experience. No other orgasm has ever compared to it.
Everything tingles, a gush of fluid leaves my body at the same time he yanks the toy from my aching pussy, still throbbing and releasing juices as the explosive orgasm controls my body.
“Fuck yes, give it to me, sweetheart,” he settles between my legs, a hand on each hip as he spreads my legs wide. He throws the purple cock off the bed, staring at the most intimate part of me. “You’re dripping. Is this all for me, Amelia?”
“Every drop,” I say a bit dazed. I prop myself up on my elbows, wondering what he is going to do down there.
“It’s feast made just for me,” he licks his jowls as if he is a starving animal. A look of pure savagery takes over his face. His finger slide through my folds, the wet sounds of our skins meeting makes me toss my head back in delight. This has to be a dream. It can’t be real. “You smell sweet, like a honey.”
That makes sense since he is acting like a bear.
“Let’s see if you taste as sweet,” He spreads my folds wider and I watch as he sticks out his tongue, flattening it against my pussy, and licks.
My thighs shake and I grab ahold of his head, taking in the ecstasy. Wow.
“Mmm,” he moans, satisfied. “Sweet as fucking sugar.”
“Camden,” I whine, closing my legs around his neck when it all becomes too much.
He spreads them out again. “I don’t think so. Keep them spread. Let me see that pretty pink clit that’s all mine.”
I do what he says, spreading them out for him to see every inch of me. “Camden, it’s too much.”
“It isn’t enough,” he grunts, pinching my virgin clit between his fat fingers.
My body jerks and lights bursts across my eyes, blinding me for a moment. My entire body turns from slight quaking to an earthquake.
“So responsive for me. I can’t wait to suck this piece of candy until you cum. I can’t wait to swallow you down, so my body can memorize how you taste.” His voice is smooth and steady, deep and dark, sultry and stern all at the same time.
The reverberation of his vibrato cloaks my body with yearning, fertility, warmth. The inside of me is on fire. The flames are a havoc on my body and I need relief.
My hands cup my breasts, gripping them too hard as I try to give myself the edge I need.
It doesn’t work.
Then, right as I think he won’t give it to me, a finger penetrates my hole and a mouth covers my clit, making me see stars-no-an entirely new galaxy and no more he pampers to my every need, building another orgasm easily, the stars become brighter and my consciousness becomes darker.